(Wild One) Wild Seduction

Chapter Four

Cross

I wasn’t sure to what I’d felt when she exited my car, a part of me yelling to keep her stay but I know I couldn’t stop her because she was almost at home and I bothered a lot when I saw her crying like she was encumbering something difficult. Priscilla Sanchez, that was the last thing I have learned about her, it was her name or maybe it was just her alias to hide her true identity. But seriously speaking — no doubt, that name is as angelic as her face. And she was so beautiful in any form — with or without her clothes on.

Out of curiosity, I catatonically moved my body to get outside my car as I didn’t see her features at the narrow street anymore. She seemed afraid as she was passing the street with lots of gossipers in her both sides, and she was grasping the straps of her bag as if protecting it from the predator thieves. And I wondered what the gossipers would be gossiping about her.

I walked at the same street she was passed been through earlier, and fortunately, someone — probably one of the gossipers — shouted where Priscilla have turned. I didn’t pay attention to what the woman looked like, I just go straight at where probably Priscilla was. Some of the people looked at me like I was a famous celebrity who are visiting their squatter land.

I tried to wander my eyes until suddenly I have heard commotion from the last and dead end part of the street. “Puta! Ako na nga 'tong nag malasakit na bantayan 'yang tatay mo, ako pa ngayon ang papagalitan mo? Abay magaling.”

I turned my full attention to the left side as I heard the statement from whoever the person she was. But my curiosity grew bigger as I saw a wheelchaired man that has a great comparison to a kite — a skin and bone man. The old hombre wasn’t able to carry his head up — he was stick putting his gaze down at the ground. But the most precious humankind that captured my attention was Priscilla. She was the one who received cussing lecture blown by the angry old woman.

I can’t do anything but to stare by surprise from their back. I wasn’t expecting this kind of scenario. Was she dressing herself like a harlot just for this hombre?

The commotion between them slowly going into silence until Priscilla pushed the wheelchair of the hombre to get him inside the house in front of them. I swear to God that I’d felt pity, even it wasn’t my way to look some poor people.

I know I shouldn’t have doing this but my curiosity is pushing me into my boundary. I walked toward the cot as its door finally closed. I face the window frame and I looked inside the cot to see what Priscilla and the hombre were doing.

I muted myself while watching and listening to them like a spy, and what I all heard were really broke my heart. The hombre that was sitting at the wheelchair was her father and Priscilla were only talking to him in an attaboy way — giving him some encouragement words to fight for his own life, but the hombre was just moaning as if it was giving some oblique retort.

They were crying. The woman named Priscilla had left a great impact on me in my past weeks in the same bar where she was dancing every night. The first time I saw her is the same time I have thought that she would be mine by hook or by crook. And that means I’m freaking obsessed with her, wanting for every inch of her supple flawless body. Then eventually last night was my first try to bed her. I saw her naked body, I touched every intimate part she has, I also evenly kissed it like she was a saint who need to blessed nor worshipped for a certain purpose, I fucked her tight hymen and shoved my dick inside it like it was the only pussy in the world. And now, I was looking at her, those hands and mouth of hers were the pleasurable supple that jack off my dick.

I paid her for possession but her worth doesn’t have a one-year warranty to ask for. I have to waste another ample amount of money to fucked her again. And as I was standing at my spot I saw a small key laying half under the doormat, the thought of stealing it suddenly shook me through the thin line boundary of my insanity. Without double thinking I took and grabbed the key — probably the key of their cot.